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<text id=90TT1243>
<title>
May 14, 1990: Rambling Road
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
May 14, 1990 Sakharov Memoirs
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
BOOKS, Page 94
Rambling Road
</hdr>
<body>
<qt>
<l>TRIBES WITH FLAGS</l>
<l>by Charles Glass</l>
<l>Atlantic Monthly Press; 510 pages; $22.95</l>
</qt>
<p> Charles Glass, an American journalist with Lebanese roots,
watched the U.S. Navy off Beirut in 1983 and concluded that,
like the Genoese and Pisan fleets aiding the Crusaders eight
centuries earlier, it would soon sail home in ignorance and
frustration. Lebanon and neighboring Syria, Israel, Jordan and
Iraq, he argues, are "tribes with flags" rather than nations.
Try as big powers might to control them with armies, navies and
imported ideologies, the ties of "family, village, tribe and
sect" have been much tougher.
</p>
<p> In 1987, seeking to absorb and understand the power of those
ties and the "splendour and desolation" of the land, Glass set
out from Alexandretta, now in southern Turkey, to Aqaba in
Jordan, following the invasion path used by Alexander the Great
and the Crusaders. His odyssey ended abruptly when a peculiarly
modern kind of tribe, the Hizballah, kidnaped and held him
hostage in Beirut for two months until his escape. The trip is
the framework for this book. He describes it as a "literary and
spiritual ramble through the history of a troubled land." It
is really a travelogue, letting us see through Glass's
omnivorous eye for detail what the author-wanderer experienced
each day.
</p>
<p> This format perhaps flowed from Glass's view that the people
of the Levant, like peace in Lebanon, cannot be neatly
packaged; thus the only way to convey any true sense of them
is to transmit their stories at length and in profusion. The
result is a huge number of trees, many lovely, that never
become a forest. Interlocutors both fascinating and tedious,
mundane sight-seeing jaunts and profound observations, telling
vignettes and pointless collections of detail are all jumbled
together in a work too long by half. Good questions are posed
but not answered. Glass himself remains strangely opaque, a
formless conduit, until the account of his captivity. At first
his prayers sought to bargain God into releasing him; later he
tried "to make myself known to God, asking less, offering
more." But to his readers, Glass has not offered enough of the
analysis and synthesis needed to transform sharp observation
into enlightenment.
</p>
<p>By J.F.O. McAllister.
</p>
</body>
</article>
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